Ph.D. Madness: It ain’t over till the fat lady… no, wait. Wrong category.
There hasn’t been much whining news on the Ph.D. front lately. That’s not because it’s finished [insert maniacal laughter here] or because I try to ignore it and hope it will disappear under a layer of dust and clutter eventually. It’s more that I put so many daily hours into it at the moment that I don’t want to look at it online in addition.
But it’s there. It’s always there. And it still gives me the feeling that it will stay there forever, in its unfinished and frustrating state. I’ve lost the capacity to envision an end (any kind of end) to this. I guess that means more vodka in my coffee and back to the Sisyphean task.
This past week, another, dear colleague (none for the shallow list!) has filed her Ph.D. and is now entering the three-months-quarantine to wait for the expertises. We tiptoed around the shiny print copy like a bunch of excited family members around a newborn’s cradle, whispering in awe and shy of touching it – 300 pages, weight well over two pounds and with a shiny glossary and bibliography. And carried to term (long overdue!) during five full years.
Congratulations, Eve! May we all be so lucky someday…